Today has been one of those days.
You know those days.
The type when you somehow just manage to scrape though by the skin of your six-year old’s unbrushed teeth.
(But muuuummm I DID brush them I promise. Yeah good let’s go with that. )
The type when you don’t have enough minutes to get anything done but the ones that tick by while your toddler is throwing a tantrum seem to be endless.
The days you know deep down that you’ve been a crap mum. The days you know deep down you took the easy way out, you gave in with the hopes of just a little peace and quiet, you turned a blind eye when you should have paid more attention you let rules be broken because you just wanted a break, just a tiny weeny little break, just A. FREAKING. BREAK.